Page 56 of Sleigh My Heart

“What about those?” She pointed to his boxer briefs and the evident erection behind them.

“Do you want them?” He’d gladly give them to her. Both the underwear and his throbbing dick.

“Yes, please. But lose the undies first.” She licked her lips.

“Fuck.” He didn’t think he could get any bigger, but the sight of her sexy pink tongue had his cock swelling with need. He dropped the boxers and pulled her close. The kiss was hotter than anything he could remember. It was a dance between partners who knew the moves but still brought new twists to the floor.

“Nick. Condom. Now.” She squeezed his shaft, and he groaned.

He grabbed his wallet from his pants on the floor. Oh God, please don’t let it be expired. He didn’t even look, just suited up.

He was at the entrance to heaven, and he paused. She understood and guided him home.

Wet velvet surrounded him as he stretched her with slow, long strokes. Her fingers bit into his hips, spurring him on. Increasing the pace, Nick watched her pleasure rise. He bit back his own growing release. “Come on, baby. Come on.”

“Oh, yes, yes.” She whispered as her face flushed and a sheen of sweat covered her body.

Nick had dipped his head and tasted the salt of her skin. His teeth grazed her tip, and she flew over the edge of her orgasm.

A smile crossed his lips as he pumped, letting his own release flow.

Chapter 14

Her heart pounded like she had just chased a suspect through the back alleys and over fences for the last six blocks. Sure, she’d had good sex. Hell, she’d had good sex with Nick. But this was a new level of cardio for her. They hadn’t done anything crazy, like a sex swing or acrobatics. But she couldn’t tell by her body.

She snuck a peek at him as he slipped on his jeans. The button was undone and the light dusting of hair covering his chest screamed for her to run her fingers through it… again.

Down, girl. She’d just had an amazing orgasm. The first in a while. So how could she be lusting for more so soon?

Because it was Nick.

The man had always had a hold on her heart from the first day he kissed her in the sleigh… the stolen sleigh… the one with the dead guy, Staniski. Double Damn.

Time to get her brain back on work, girl.

“Well, this was a nice break, but I need to get back to work. Thanks for the paint list. I’ll start cross referencing that with anyone who might be related to this case.”

He stared. His stoic expression held a touch of sadness. Or did she imagine the last?

“Mickey…”

She held up a hand. “We’re good. I just need to get to work.”

Those intense blue eyes lowered. “Yeah, time is running out.”

She tucked in her shirt, slipped her holster and weapon back into her waistband, then grabbed her coat. At the door, she turned to him. “Nick.”

He crossed to her. Cupped her cheek in his hand and kissed her—soft but thorough. “Yeah, I know. Starting over, remember?”

Starting over.

***

Thoughts ran through her head. No way she’d find sleep in the next hour or two. Instead of going home, she drove to the one place she always went when she had a busy brain. The station.

The bullpen was quiet. She hung her coat on the hook on her cubicle wall and powered up her computer. As she reread the file notes, her mind juggled the facts. “Too many missing pieces.”

“Hey, Sis. I thought your shift was done hours ago.”